See Me After Class(50)

Her eyes slightly widen as she looks up at me. “Thank you,” she says quietly. God, the red of her lips entices me.

What would that red look like pressed all along my body?

Would it come off?

Would it smear along my length?

Would it mark me as hers?

“How are you?” Coraline asks, breaking me out of my reverie.

“Good. Tired. Didn’t get much sleep this weekend.”

“This lump of muscle over here did,” Coraline says, thumbing toward me. “We had a movie marathon and he slept most of the time.”

“Not most of the time,” I correct her.

“He snored at one point.”

“She exaggerates for a living. Don’t trust a thing she says.”

“Ahh, so are you going to deny the sleeping, the snoring . . . the filthy romance?”

I feel Greer’s questioning gaze on me, waiting for an answer.

But I don’t give it right away. I take a sip of my drink, lean back in my chair, and study the two women looking for answers.

After a few moments, I say, “Did I fall asleep? Occasionally I drifted off. I did not fucking snore, and you know that.”

Coraline tilts her head back and laughs.

“And as for the filthy romance, yeah, I have one. I actually have three, because they’re a series.”

“You read a series?” Coraline’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Oh my God.”

“I’m nothing if not thorough in my research.”

“Greer, these are the kind of books that get your motor revving. Trust me, I started one today and already found myself hot and bothered.”

I feel Greer’s eyes on me again and instead of turning away, I turn toward her, making direct eye contact. She’s the first to look away, which is exactly what I wanted to happen.

“Did you get hard reading them?” Coraline asks.

Of course she would.

And if she thinks she’s going to embarrass me, she’s wrong.

“I did,” I answer honestly, causing Coraline to howl and Greer’s cheeks to redden. “There’s a scene with a vibrator in one of them that was inspiring.”

Greer clears her throat and shifts in her seat. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s thinking about Friday, about how close how I was, how close she was to coming. How my fingers felt sliding between her legs. How bad she wanted me to finish her off . . .

“Ew, why did you say it with a deep tone like that?”

I glance at my sister. “You asked.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask for the tone.” She gives me a side-eye and turns to Greer, who finally opens her lunch bag and takes out a small salad. “We should form that book club I mentioned. We can read Arlo’s naughty books first and try to guess what parts made him hard. My guess—all of them.”

“You’re disturbing,” I say, taking a bite of my sub.

“Come on, I need a girl group. You can come over to my place Friday night.”

“You have your own place?” Greer asks, finally saying something after a bout of silence.

“Well . . . Arlo’s place.”

I chuckle quietly and Coraline tosses a balled-up napkin at me that I catch with ease.

“Anyway, we can have drinks and go over our first reads. What do you say?”

“I’m all for a book club, and I’m sure Stella would be interested. I think we’d have to convince Keeks with something other than reading and friends. There’d have to be something that—” Greer snaps her fingers. “The girl loves Nilla Wafers. If we tell her there will be a box of Nilla Wafers, she’ll be there.”

“Really?” Coraline asks. “That’s the blandest cookie ever.”

“She’s obsessed with them.”

“Okay, that can be arranged.” Coraline taps her finger in front of me. “Did you hear that? We’re going to need Nilla Wafers by Friday.”

“Looks like you’re going shopping then,” I say, glancing over at Greer, catching her looking at me as well. Her eyes snap back to her salad.

What is she thinking?

I’d pay a good amount of money to see what’s going on in that head of hers.

“So, it’s a date, then. You’ll let Stella and Keeks know?” Coraline asks, and even though I’m annoyed that she’s going to have a book club meeting at my house, I feel grateful that Greer wants to hang out with my sister. Not for my own selfish reasons, but because I know Coraline needs this, a friend, some real people in her life. And even though Greer drives me to distraction, I keep thinking about how she wants me to be real with her. Like she is with your sister. Someone she barely knows, yet she’s prepared to get her group together to include Coraline. That deserves my respect.

“Yes. I’ll message them later. They’ll be so excited.”

“Fantastic.” Coraline sips from her water and asks, “What are you dressing up as this Friday? Arlo was telling me about how you took over his meeting and got everyone to agree to dress up as their favorite literary character. Made my day, my weekend, actually.”

“Uh, I haven’t decided yet,” Greer answers.

“That’s hard to believe, given the ridiculous notion was all because of you.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin and then stare Greer down.